There was a loud noise, mixed with the sound of dense bones breaking...
The fat man turned into a huge ball of flesh and shot out like a cannonball while grazing the ground.
The sand and dust filled the air, knocking away several subordinates, and then crashed into the crowd hundreds of meters away, knocking away dozens of people.
A gully half a meter wide, several feet deep, and hundreds of meters long appeared on the ground, which was shocking.
"Hall Master?!!"
"master?!"
The followers led by the fat man were shocked, and even more strangely fearful, with different thoughts...
The swords flashed and the arrows roared.
Wu Long, Wu Meng, Feng Ya and others rushed forward. Even if they resisted a little, they were quickly killed on the spot.
The whole place was silent.
Only the nearby Fuhe River can be heard continuously with the sound of rippling water and lapping at the shore.
Dozens of corpses were crawling on the ground, blood stained the surface, and the fishy smell filled the air.
A ravine stretches for hundreds of meters, with a meatball lying at the end, and smoke curling up...
"Cough! Cough..."
The meat ball trembled, and he coughed violently. The fat man struggled to get up, and stared at Wu Xin with bloody eyes...
His right arm was hanging down, but only half of it was left. The charred and broken sleeves were soaked in bright red blood, dripping down. The clothes in front of him were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and there were wisps of black smoke!
If you are closer, you can smell the burning smell of barbecue.
"You're not even dead? Are you so strong at the peak of Qi refining?" Wu Xin stared in surprise.
Wulong, Fengya, Liu and others next to him were also astonished and unbelievable. They knew better about the power of the lord and the power of the purple gold flame.
"Whoosh..."
A body shape shot out like an arrow from a string, breaking the wind and roaring rapidly.
Running hundreds of meters in a few breaths, he was as majestic as an eagle pounced on a rabbit, and grabbed the fat man's head with one claw in the air. It was none other than Hong Bo.
"careful!"
"careful!"
There were shouts and shouts, and several powerful auras erupted nearby.
A cooked copper stick, a ghost-headed sword, a cold light sword, a bright silver spear...
The force was like shattering mountains and rivers, blasting towards Hong Bo in the air from a distance.
"Click..."
The fat man instinctively raised his right arm, but it was of no use. Hong Bo's lightning caught the top of the fat man's head, and with the sound of bones shattering, he turned into an afterimage and retreated at a very fast speed!
"Keng..."
Sticks, swords, and spears passed by after shadows, and clashed over the fat man's head. The clang reverberated, and the strong wind howled and swept across, with the power to destroy the golden mountains.
"Bah, bah..."
The air flow roared, and Hong Bo's figure fell down, landing just on the black-manded horse, causing the black-manded horse to raise its head, raise its hooves, and neigh.
"Uncle Hong?!" Wu Xin and others shouted anxiously.
"call……"
Breathing out a breath of white air, Hongbo responded calmly: "It's okay! Be careful, it's hard to deal with your opponent today!"
Observing carefully, there was indeed no injury on Hongbo's body. It was just that he had just exploded and might have consumed a lot of energy.
Look into the distance...
The four of them walked to the fat man who was lying on the ground with blood on his head.
The purple-faced heavenly king holding a stick dominates the vast sea, and the heroic and strong man Wang Jungui holds a sword.
The one holding the sword is a young man with an upright body and red hair and beard; the one holding the gun is a young man with an extraordinary handsome face!
"Why are they?" Wu Xin frowned.
"It's murder! Run!"
"Killed!"
At this moment, there was a burst of shouting, and the crowd gathered by the river was in chaos, running around in panic.
"Be on guard! Anyone who comes within 100 meters...kill!"
Wu Xin narrowed his eyes and shouted decisively.
Because most of the people who seemed to be running around in panic had murderous intent, and they were obviously pretending to be an ambusher!
Wu Long and others understood, and more than a thousand cavalry quickly moved. A dozen carriages were arranged on the left, right, and rear to serve as a simple barrier.
The three teams of Dragon, Elephant and Wolf held spears and shields in their hands, while the two teams of Eagle and Dream quickly drew their bows and set arrows.
In the distance, among the crowd staying by the river, there were four to five hundred people holding swords and sticks, and they gathered around Xiongkuo Hai and the other four people.
On the five large boats by the river, people dressed in servant uniforms filed off, each armed with weapons. There were about five hundred people in each boat. They obviously knew that the plan was exposed and there was no need to pretend anymore.
Soon, dense crowds of people appeared in a fan shape in front of Xinwuwei and spread all over the river.
"Chi, chi, chi..."
There was a dense and sharp sound of piercing the air, and more than a hundred sharp arrows passed through with a cold light. Sixty or seventy people were mercilessly shot on the spot, which shocked many people.
There are another forty or fifty feathered arrows stuck in the ground, their feathers buzzing, exactly a hundred meters away from the carriage!
"Anyone who comes within a hundred meters...will be killed without mercy!"
Wu Ying, the leader of the Eagle Team, shouted Luck, and the sound shook the riverside, causing the panicked crowds on the left and right to stamp their feet.
As long as he didn't have ulterior motives, he shouldn't have run towards the Xinwu Guards. The people who were shot were basically ambushed, so the death of sixty or seventy people didn't cause much excitement!
The crowd continued to disperse in panic...
There were five to six hundred people on the left and right, staying more than a hundred meters away from Xinwuwei.
Five or six hundred people each continued to run forward, and then gathered behind Xinwu Guard, turning into a crowd of thousands, obviously blocking Xinwu Guard's retreat. The leader was Luo Shixin, a long-legged and silly boy Wu Xin had seen, and the other leaders were not.
know.
Wu Xin didn't say anything, and he didn't intend to turn around and break out.
In addition to wanting to test his idea, since the enemy was already prepared, turning around and running away would only make things worse, not to mention Luo Shixin's reputation as a speedster.
Xiong Kuo Hai, Wang Junkuo and others just slowly approached, also making no sound.
Around meal time, the innocent crowd was basically dispersed, and the remaining ones were all armed with weapons. The number was about 4,500, and they surrounded Xinwuwei from all directions!
“What a coincidence!”
After observing the other party, Wu Xin couldn't help but sneer.
It was similar to the Ziji battle at that time, the enemy's army was still four to five times our own.
The difference is that at that time, the Ziji Mountain bandit army had developed the iron-blooded evil spirit, but Xinwuwei had not yet.
Nowadays, Xinwuwei has developed the iron-blooded evil spirit, but the ambush party obviously does not. They are obviously not an army and have not undergone military training.
It's just that the aura is a bit strange. It's not an army, it doesn't have a heavy martial aura, it doesn't look like a private guard, and it doesn't have any bandit aura. I don't know where it comes from.
Another difference is that the average cultivation level of the enemy this time is much higher, higher than that of Xin Wuwei! Generally, they are at the seventh or eighth level of physical training and above, and there are many Wu Xin whose cultivation realm cannot be seen, and they are obviously in the Qi refining realm.
Master.
At first glance, it looks like a replica of the Ziji War, except that the two sides have been swapped!
"Wu Yao deserves to be the young master of the Wu family! He is protected by such a strong person, but..."
A scholar in Confucian robes walked out, frowned at Uncle Hong, then looked at Wu Xin and sighed repeatedly. After a pause, he continued with some gloating:
"Do you know who he is? You dare to kill him. You are asking for your own death!"
Obviously, these people attribute the credit for Xinwuwei's sensing of their ambush in advance to the unfathomable Hong Bo. If he is powerful enough, he can indeed seek good luck, avoid disaster, and sense danger in advance!
"idiot!"
Wu Xin answered simply and clearly, without even arguing or questioning.
No matter who he is, if he wants to kill himself, I, the King of Heaven, will kill him too. Should I just kill him if I point his neck to him?!
However, I am quite curious and interested in the reputation of scribes as "Martial Demons".
I didn't expect that now I would also have a name and be ranked in the "demon" level.
Thinking about it carefully, now I can indeed be regarded as a monster, although it is still not as good as the four monsters who have at least 30,000 kilograms of divine power. However, I have only reached the ninth level of body refinement. It is entirely possible for me to break through the 30,000 kilograms of divine power and be called a monster.
That’s not wrong!
But why is it called a "Martial Demon"? Is it because of the Wu family or because of the "Martial God Heart Sutra"?
